Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from South Sudan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Larry & the Blue Notes to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Popol Vuh,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eden Ahbez,
the Swans,
Don Cherry,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Byrd,
The Tremeloes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The United States of America,
Howard Jones,
Little Man,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lebanon Hanover,
MDC,
X-101,
Sandy B,
Barclay James Harvest,
Von Mondo,
K-Klass,
John Holt,
The Skatalites,
The Walker Brothers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Laurel Aitken,
June Days,
The Last Poets,
Mission of Burma,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marvin Gaye,
Bad Manners,
Wolf Eyes,
Pylon,
Zapp,
The Black Dice,
Grauzone,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sugar Minott,
Ossler,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Outsiders,
Theoretical Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
Porter Ricks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cal Tjader,
Sexual Harrassment,
Matthew Halsall,
Magma,
Wasted Youth,
Ohio Players,
The Gun Club,
Khruangbin,
Yaz,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sarah Menescal,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.